One quiet afternoon, I walked in on Maxx as he was working out. I didn't so much
as "randomly" walk in, but had already heard his muted grunts-of-effort from
outside the room door. I pulled my old jock out from my back pocket and asked
him to try it on. He acquiesced immediately, and dropped his sweats right there
in front of me, and put on his dad's old jock. My intuition was, as always, spot
on with my boy; he filled the jock out perfectly. I noticed the fabric began to
stretch a bit, my son's cock swelling up at his dad's touch. I teased a bit,
letting my finger run along it through the fabric. I needed to be back inside
him. I stood up and pointed my stiff meat right at his puckered hole. Tight as
he was, he invited my meat in with ease and a groan. Soon I was balls-deep and
pounding him up against the wall. I had him get on all fours on the floor. I
re-entered him from behind, grabbing him by the strap of his jock to steady
myself. I was going in even deeper now. The both of us grunting and groaning in
mutual pleasure. I could feel my balls begin to build to orgasm, I had cum
inside him plenty, this time I decided to paint his cheeks with my nut. I slid
back in and rested on his back. My boy had milked another good load out of his
dad.
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